美国文学史之modern poetry.doc

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963) The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sounds the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972) In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) A Red Wheel-barrow So much depends upona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.E. E. Cummings (1894 - 1962) Poem 1 r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r whoa ) s w ( e loo ) kupnowgath PREGORHRASS eringint ( o-aThe ) : l eA !p:S a (r rIvInG .gRrEaPsPhOs ) to rea ( be ) rran ( com) gi ( e ) ngly，grasshopper;Poem 2l(a le af fa ll s) one linessT. S. Eliot (1888 - 1965 ) The Wasteland I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breedi